by Kevin Kessler

I had just taken the bus from Williamsburg and was now having visions of an Italian nonna feeding her husband nearly every bite of food on his plate. It was six o'clock on a Monday and I was in Forest Hills, Queens, enjoying the simple but excellent bruschetta laid before me.

Sitting under a vaulted ceiling in a room with stained-glass windows and red carpeting, I felt as if I were eating in a former church, instead of one of the best old-school Italian restaurants in any of New York's boroughs. Let me introduce you to Alberto (98-31 Metropolitan Avenue, 718-268-7860).

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